Love
Man but an empty shell if it weren’t for love
But love comes in so many shades
Man can love himself more than god above
He can love his gold his rude charades
Or maybe have power over all the world
And with passion man can love to hate
Careless love to destroy and not to create
One that’s false and preys on the weak
To fatten an ego with trophies they seek
With roses of color pretense to adorn
A blossom atop and the stem with a thorn
But alas we know of loves that were real
Courageous men fell on their swords of steel
From loving as lovers must love to be true
Genuine love is one heart made of two
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